Tuesday Poetry: I Am the Laughing Man

This laugh it did consume my thoughts
The sound echoed everywhere
But I never could find the source
Something told me the laugh was real
I feared I would never find proof

I woke one night sweating – panting – 
A night terror I often had
I sensed someone was in my room
The lights revealed only silence
Was this laughter all in my head?

Months passed and I ignored the sound
I had almost forgotten it
When I first saw the laughing man
A grin as wide as an ocean
His was always the laugh I heard

He followed me everywhere
I thought no one else heard his noise
But he was there and he was real
I confronted him one dark night
He bit a chunk out of my neck

Then I became your laughing man

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Poetry Monday: An Umbrella

I love walking with her
The rain lightly pours
Just enough to keep all things wet
I shield her
To keep her dry
She shivers only once
From the chill in the air
But her smile shines through the cold
She never asks permission
But I am always willing
She forgets about me unless I’m needed
I don’t complain
She’s always happy to see me
When the storms get worse
She holds me tight
I shield her
I keep her dry
Until the clouds pass

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.